Love Metaphor Poems - Poems about Love Metaphor

Last Dance - TSF

Present
Flowers
Before
My hours
Fall in
Darkness
Rightly

You watch
Idly
Come near
With songs;
Sweet drink
Calming
Lightly

Hold back
These parts
From him
Who hides
In wind—
Hunter
Seeking

Close by, 
Black eyes 
Tighten
My heart
Repines,
The beat
Creaking

It Sounded Like You Were Trying To Evict The Words From Their Home On Your Tongue

I have been watering it for months—
the small black bulb in the cupboard
that I never let touch sunlight.
It swelled in the dark,
fed on steam from my cooking breath,
fat with the whispers I never spoke aloud.

I told myself it was only a seed,
a pebble in soil, nothing more.
I would open the door,
look at it once, and

Either I've Seen You Or I Want To, How Could I Be Mad At That?

The horizon is a blade—
it glints whether I run toward it
or watch it withdraw.
Each dawn splits me open,
spilling a slow trickle of salt,
as if the sea is feeding me to itself,
one grain at a time.

I know the undertow’s handwriting—
it pulls not to drown,
but to measure how far my lungs will stretch.
Even in absence,
the shore presses

I Go To Seek A Great Perhaps, as That Is What I Was After Too

The days crack like porcelain
under the heel of my wanting.
I am a spine of restless birds,
feathers slick with salt and early light—
my mouth tasting the metal
of doors I have not opened.

They ask me why.
Why walk without a destination?
Why carry a compass
if you don’t believe in north?

I tell them—
the road does not need an ending
to be

My Admiration For A Hand-Woven Tapestry

Each thread hums —
drawn by patient hands,
dyed in storms and thaw.

The base is pale as morning frost,
fibers holding winter’s quiet breath.
Across it, ribbons of shifting hues
wind like rivers —
green bending to blue,
violet bruised into pink.

At the center, twin knots gleam —
changing under every flicker of light,
tidal glass or meadowstone,
never the same twice.

Edges fray softly,
not from

Hostile Architecture

The barriers to my affection
Are iron gates
With spikes that impale anyone
Who dares to perch too long

Faded Into You Song lyrics

[Verse 1]
After mind hug
I was waiting in the dark
Warm as the kiss
You never gave me
Time didn’t stop
But I did
Right where you left me

[Pre-Chorus]
Even angels are bored
We ran out of time
I still whisper your name
Like a secret line

[Chorus]
Don’t walk away
I’m already faded into you
All the versions of us
Burning out in other galaxies
I loved you louder in

Slow Burning Star

Our spark was a magenta-aqua gradient supernova.
A bright flash of love so nearly blinding it was eye-opening.
Our talks echo in the chambers of my inner cosmos.

Caught unaware

I wasn't expecting the oleander tree this morning
You seized the chance of my being unaware 
The flute, however, didn't falter in its whistling 
Shedding all clouds, the sky became bare 

29 July 2025

BONDED STIFF

BONDED STIFF

Our love knows no swiftness;
It's tied and bowed in stiffness:-

Oh, our love is no played game; 
Rather, it's an everlasting bond attained:-

May our love ever be as if a Royal Palace Ball:
One hoped and wished for, by nobles & humbles all:-  

May this precious bond between you and me,
Be granted a blessed bonding

oh yes i think

I think I shall - oh yes, I shall
put you to words in books, et al
and share my scoundrel’s rationale
with those of impish-like morale
but pray you beg me love -
your coquette kiss, thereof …

       (oh yes, I think I shall)

I think I will - oh yes, I will
make sure,

The Cartographer and the Sea

He drew maps for a living.
Not of roads, but of promises—
soft lines where her laughter once lived,
tiny arrows
where her eyes used to point
when she couldn’t say stay.

She was the sea—
ever folding into herself,
a hymn of salt and leaving.
No harbor could hold her,
no anchor dared ask.

He traced her tides in silence,
built cartographies of could-have-beens,
and marked in

swarovski sunsets hiku

       lilac  h u  s   h   of  love ~

                                 

Fulcrum of a rose

My Heart ~
the pump station of my love,
my affection.
Like petals of a rose—
the fulcrum of my fragrance...
attracting kindred souls to my life,
like bees and butterflies to a bloom.

Rip my heart open—
you won’t find anything else
but goodness and kindness ~
the fabric that clothes my being.

When broken—
the pain is sharp and immense,
like a twisting knife
ripping a soul

LETS KEEP OUR LIBERATING CUPS OVERFLOWING

LET’S KEEP OUR LIBERATING CUPS OVERFLOWING
(Apropos Of Ancestral Cup And Saucer Ways)

It has been said that justice 
Is getting what you deserve:
The gift of grace, given priceless,
Flowing from God’s sacred reserve:-

Curiously, I asked Papa one day,
Why does he drink his coffee from the cup?
Always pouring mine into his saucer;
And here is what, to me, he

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